The town fell asleep
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I forgot what it's called
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At the spring
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Where it wept a corner of sky drowned
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The town fell asleep
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I forgot what it's called
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And night fell gradually
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And time stood still
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And my horse so muddy
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And my body exhausted
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And night shown bluely
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In the waters of fate
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And some cries of hate
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Poured out by the old
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And the oldest of old
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Those women without sleep
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The town fell asleep
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I forgot what it's called
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At the spring
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Where it wept a corner of sky drowned
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The town fell asleep
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I forgot what it's called
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And horse bent drinking
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And me stood watching
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And my thirst taking care
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That she never sees my stare
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And the fountain sings
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And exhaustion sinks
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It's knife in my back
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And I play the role
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Of the all powerful
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I'm awaited somewhere
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Like one awaits the king
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No, no one waits for me
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And I know it's hard
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But we die by chance
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While leading a merry dance
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The town fell asleep
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I forgot what it's called
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At the spring
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Where it wept a corner of sky drowned
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The town fell asleep
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I forgot what it's called
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Sometimes a dusk
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It's true that birds resemble waves
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And waves are birds
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And men are laughs
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And laughs are psalms
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More often it's true
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That the sea no longer sings
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I want to tell you
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That it sings of the songs
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That those mothers sing in books of our childhood
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but women are still only ever women and the fools among them only ever fools
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And I'm not so sure that the song states
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That she is the future of man
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The town fell asleep
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I forgot what it's called
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At the spring
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Where it wept a corner of sky drowned
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The town fell asleep
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I forgot what it's called
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And you have died
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My unknown mate
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On the brink of the naked
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Beneath the sheets
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As they danced
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The Town Fell Asleep
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| Marc Almond |
